The Wish (Book One)

Chapter 59: Ill Mind

"D-d-dad? I thought...but you're, how are you-?"

"Doing? I'm great thanks for asking.", he grits out. I could give a fuck less how this bastard is doing. 

"I don't care how you are. You're dead! You're not suppose to be here!!! I hate you!" All the built up resentment and anger comes spilling out of me. "You sick twisted mother-!" 

He silences me by pulling my hair so tight;  tears arrive at my lids. "That's no way to talk to your father." Stroking my hair, I swallow hard, wishing he would stop touching me. He eyes me down, tilting his head. "My have you grown." 

My nostrils flare with the anger I am spewing. I squeeze my eyes shut, wishing it were all just a nightmare. "I'm your daughter you sick fuck!" 

He slaps me hard on the face, I turn my head, feeling blood drain past my lip. "Enough!" He leans in to my ear and begins to whisper. "Now you be a good girl, or I'll just punish your little boy." He stares me dead in the eyes, and I don't refrain. I show him that I'm not afraid anymore. "I think you've had enough Sydney. It's time for a new contestant. Someone fresh, brand new. Who has never felt pain before." 

"Don't you fucking touch him!!", I scream, my voice becomes hoarse barely audible. I hack up mucus from the back of my throat and spit it right in his disgusting, hideous, face. He deserves so much worse. His black eyes close shut, red fills his gray face. 

He clenches a hand around my throat, stealing oxygen. "You little-." He raises his other fist, about to blow, but something stops him. Someone.

"Cool it Doug. She's not worth it. I'll take care of her." Doug looks to the voice and back at me. Grunting, he pushes me towards the disgruntled man. I almost trip, but the other man catches me. The problem is, I know that voice. And I know this man. 

"Surprise sweetheart." Chad puts us at arms length, holding onto my shoulders. Why is this happening to me? I just want Axel and my baby to be okay! Where is Jason?  

Chad knocks me down to my knees. "Stay.", he commands. I do, looking at the ground, contemplating my next move. He walks around me and I hear him grab something. A chair. He lifts me up and sets me on it, right across from our son Axel. My son. Chad was only a sperm donor. 

"What the fuck is this Chad? Axel is just a child! Don't hurt him! He didn't do anything wrong!!!", my voice cracks. 

Doug and Chad laugh together. I look at both of them as they stand in front of me. Chad begins to circle me. "Maybe not. But you did." 

I huff and follow their lead, laughing my ass off. "You ugly son of a bitch. Where's your whore? If you're still alive, so is she." Doug's face pales even deeper, flakes of scaly skin close shut onto his face. 

His mouth forms into a thin line as he walks towards me. Smack! I turn my face to the right. My hair curls against my jaw. I spit out the blood that lays at the tip of my tongue. I look right into his eyes and smile. Not because I'm happy, far from it. I just want to piss him off. "Why are you here Doug? You died five years ago. So why don't you crawl back into the pit of hell where you so rightfully belong."

Doug marches towards me, grabs my shoulders and shakes me back and forth until my head bobbles. "Because of you god dammit! We never died you dumb twat. Your mother and I only wanted to get away from you! We faked our deaths, planned it all out so you'd buy it. Then we went and lived our lives like we should have...without you in it!!" 

If I were a still a child, those words would have hurt. I'm a grown woman now, and I could care less what he says, because he is far from a man. Men don't hit women, or beat their children, forcing them against their will. He never provided for us, himself yes, but us?